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Over 90 days ago
Straight Cis Male, 49
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I had been hoping they would touch on the origins of the virus ie. what started it, how did it become airborne so quickly (and globally). I read an interview with Robert Kirkman who said the show isn't about that (or concerned with it), however I thought one of the strongest episodes on TWD was the one with Dr. Jenner, the scientist, at the CDC explaining how the virus reanimates the basic core of the brain. I would love to see more of that.

It also might have been cool to see a glimpse into different pockets of characters (eg. EMT, hospital staff, government, news reporters etc). I think it would have been interesting to go beyond this core family and then have all the characters converge later on.

Re the main family. I agree with others, I'm not feeling the parental units at the moment, or the sulky teenage girl. Unlike everyone else however, I absolutely love the Nick character. He's by far and away the most interesting one on the show and Frank Dillane's acting is absolutely stellar. He approached the role of a junkie with considerable complexity and vulnerability and I was kind of blown away actually. I thought he stole every scene he was in and I started feeling like maybe he was the main protagonist and the parents were the backseat characters. I'm already invested in him. The others.. not so much (yet).

There were a few lapses in believability that were frustrating with the parents and maybe that's why I'm turned off them - ie. why would Travis hear about a massacre at a drug den (involving blood and viscera) and then think the smartest thing to do was to go there... to the drug den. At night. And then, after seeing the mess himself, instead of calling the cops, he brings his wife there, who shrugs it off as "well, bad things happen all the time in places like this." What?? Come on, did you not see the viscera?? lol


Yeah, I think it's a bit of a missed opportunity not to get into the virus itself, as well as the story arcs for other groups of characters. I'm especially craving the first responder point of view and some good old fashioned nuts and bolts zombie stuff. I would have liked to see it from the very beginning, rather than the disjointed half of LA is getting the fuck out of town to escape the virus, while the other half rages against the authorities for being heavy handed for some reason thing.

The family's not blowing my skirt up either. It's almost as if they've wandered over from the set of the last generic disaster movie - cliché mum with the heart of gold, loser dad trying too hard to prove himself, angry teen kid #1 and troubled teen # 2... sigh. I don't like any of them yet.

It was the whole junkie thing that set off my believability hackles. Nick would have been a mess in the hospital coming down off the gear, rather than having quite comfortable D&Ms with the stepdad. Allowing for something given to him by the doctors to help with the detox, he at least would have been a sweating, spewing, agonised train wreck when meeting up with his dealer later on. But the bridge too far was him actually being able to overpower the dealer under the overpass. Supersmack ex machina I guess.

Still, I'm absolutely hooked, and I can't wait to see how it all goes to shit. The neighbours getting eaten on their front lawn at the end of last week's episode was chilling. The break three weeks in though... what the fuck?!
Happy birthday, Elizabeth! I hope you have a wonderful day, filled with beautiful things and lovely people. You're by far the sweetest person here on Lush, and no doubt wherever you are. You really deserve the very best.
I taped it... and it's killing me. I can't wait to hook in on the weekend.

I'm really excited to see how it all goes down. It's a great idea to take the audience back to the beginning, rather than just pull a CSI/Law & Order style Zombies LA. It should give the spin-off a really good chance of success. Unless of course the first five minutes misled me and it's just more of the same with palm trees.

The characters didn't blow my skirt up, but like I say, I only saw a couple of minutes worth. Give 'em a chance and all that. If nothing else, if they don't grow on me, they might get eaten quickly...
Introduce the title of your story: Adrenalin
Genre/Category: Oral Sex
Provide the link: http://www.amazon.com/Lush-Summer-Buz-Bono-ebook/dp/B013CT6CFM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1439083104&sr=8-1&keywords=lush+summer

1. What first inspired you to write this particular story?

It’s an idea I’ve had for a few years now. I wanted to take a look at how two people who have a really close relationship, but otherwise shouldn’t be together, might cross that line with each other after an unusual shared experience. In this case, a pair of marine park divers who have a brush with a great white shark. The recent call for submissions for the Lush Summer anthology was the kicking I needed to bring it to life.

2. How did you come up with these characters?

George is an amalgam of a couple of women from my life in an attempt to create the coolest chick I could. Drawing from a petite ex-, I took her fierce intellect and highly capable physicality, together with her maturity and the genuine warmth that lay just beneath her sometimes-intimidating exterior. Combining those qualities with the wickedly filthy sense of humour and lifelong bond I share with my best mate, I had the perfect female character.

The male character is loosely based on me, in another self-indulgent exercise. His backstory as an ex-special forces soldier gives him the necessary skills to keep up with George, and the mettle to face off with the great white shark. But the core of his character, and the heart of the story, is how the adrenalin rush from the encounter throws him off balance. This similarly confident operator becomes racked with doubt and uncertainty in the aftermath, leaving him very much vulnerable.

3. How does it differ from some of your other stories?

In addition to just being an oral sex story, this one’s an incredibly slow burn. I originally thought it’d be all done and dusted in a cheeky four or five thousand words. But by the time I finished, I was approaching eleven thousand. I certainly think the payoff is worth it, and there’s just as much fun to be had in the lead up. Still, I’m surprised it took me so long to get there.

4. What was the most challenging thing about writing this piece?

Capturing the tension in the encounter with the shark was a lot more difficult than I expected. I of course needed to ratchet up the fear and suspense, but I also needed to pace it right. I didn’t want this to be a Jaws knock off. It was hard to keep the shark from stealing the show. It’s merely the catalyst for the two of them to have an encounter of their own.

5. Anything else you want to tell us about it?

This is just one of many amazing stories in the Lush Summer anthology. Buz, Poppet, MadameMolly, Jimmy Starling, Liz, Pervystoryteller and SITTING all have smoking hot contributions to it as well. It’s definitely the best value read you’ll get your hands on this summer.

And despite the recent spate of shark attacks in the headlines of late, it’s still worth remembering that more people are killed by vending machines each year than sharks. Just sayin’…
How's Gav coming along?

amazon.com is still showing "unable to parse image", while amazon.com.au is showing "unable to parse description". I'm making do with amazon.co.uk as suggested in the meantime.

With the Lush Summer anthology hot off the presses, it'd be great if the contributing authors could get the link up quickly on their profile pages.
A little teaser from my latest story…

I chased the slowly ascending trail of bubbles around the leaning prow of the trawler. They were long, diagonal dashes of air, luminescent silver against the azure of the ocean from which they rose. Following the broken line to its source, my eyes fell once again on that perfect, heart-shaped ass flexing and undulating in the tight purple wetsuit as she finned along the hull.

It was a short wetsuit, thankfully, revealing plenty of creamy flesh on George’s slender thighs. She manoeuvred into a vertical hover alongside the wreck, and I drifted in beside her, bumping gently against her. Even beneath twenty-two metres of ocean, the smooth touch of her skin against my exposed forearm and calf felt lovely, the semi-weightlessness making her all the softer.

George playfully wacked me on the bicep, the tap sounding almost metallic under the water. I protested my innocence with an exaggerated shrug, but she was having none of it. Shaking her head in mock admonishment, she turned off the camera and tucked it into a pouch on her black buoyancy-control vest.

Finished with our survey of the shipwreck, I secured my underwater writing slate in one of my own orange pouches. The unworldly rip of Velcro broke through the periodic percolations of the breath fizzing from my regulator. There was something eerie about the soundscape of a dive: the roaring silence, the enveloping echoes, the closeness.

Not for the first time during the dive, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Knowing better than to ignore my sixth sense, I double-checked my equipment, paying particular attention to the depth and pressure gages, and my remaining air. Everything was as it should be. Then I scanned the endless blue around us in slow, sweeping arcs. It was probably verging on paranoia, but long bitter experience had taught me to trust those little feelings of dread.

George’s fine dark brows were furrowed behind her yellow-rimmed face mask as she studied me. She hadn’t put a lot of stock in my military diving experience from a previous life, and my anal checking and re-checking rituals had become a source of great amusement for her. No doubt the ribbing I would receive back on dry land would be merciless. Still, none of the other rangers responsible for patrolling the Batemans Marine Park could keep up with her underwater, or topside for that matter. Consequently, we had formed a tight partnership over the last three months.

Holding both my thumbs up to her, I indicated that everything was okay. She paused a moment, then checked her own gages before forming a circle with her thumb and forefinger, the other fingers extended to make the correct civilian ‘okay’ signal. I snorted a laugh, a short puff of bubbles hissing from my regulator. Despite the shit she would sling my way, George was still a professional. I knew she couldn’t help herself.

She took her regulator from her mouth and poked her tongue out at me. I gave her a wanking gesture in return, moving a loose fist back and forth near my crotch as she bit back into her mouthpiece. George’s hands went straight to her hips, complete with a head tilt. Short blasts of air betrayed her amusement with our mimed banter, but then she quickly refocussed us on the task of returning to the shore.

A quick flurry of hand signals, and then George gracefully spun in the water as I finned in on her left. The towering wreck stood behind us. In front, the bed of dark boulders, rock gullies and vegetation, linked by increasing patches of sand, meandered back towards the beach a few hundred metres inside Guerilla Bay.

She set off first, and I made to follow, lifting my knee to kick my fin. I glanced over at her. A thick line of glowing bubbles lifted off from around her face, drawing a curtain of air across my view of the ocean beyond.

I thought I saw something in the distance, just before it was obscured by her exhalation.

Time stood still.

It was the ice-cold chill that shot down my spine that first confirmed the danger. Even before I knew what it was, the flood of adrenalin prepared me to face the threat.

My heartrate quickened. My vision tunnelled. What sound there was dissipated until there was nothing but a high-pitched ringing in my ears.

The bubbles cleared, leaving a clear view of the deep blue ocean beyond the curved purple horizon of George’s ass.

The muted sunlight reflecting off the pectoral fins caught my attention first. Then my eyes focussed on the large illuminated area that ran all the way from its pointed nose up to its high dorsal fin. Its dark, menacing smile beneath was almost hypnotic. But it wasn’t until I made out the small black eyes on either side of its head, seemingly angled in an angry expression from my vantage point directly in front, that my brain finally processed the situation.

Shark.

What happens next is available at amazon.com.
Congratulations to the winners and honourable mentions. It was a huge field this time around, and a hell of an achievement to do so well amongst them. And of course, well done to everyone else who entered. There's some amazing talent here on Lush. The competitions seem to be getting harder and harder each time.
I've got two famous stories in the first time and spanking categories. Funnily enough, they're not any of the eight Recommended Reads I have. There's obviously a difference between good and popular. Regardless, I'm just as thrilled as a pig in shit that anyone is reading my work at all.
We went ahead with the Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ 1000, and it's awesome. We love it! We've had it right in our son's face in low light to sniper stalking birds on distant rooftops into the sun, and it nails it every time. I'd post some photos, but I can't wrestle it off my wife.

The camera, along with a high speed 32G memory card, camera bag, a filter and a lens cleaning kit came to just under $1,100 in the local, or $820 US or 510 pounds.
Black = burnt.

Would I eat it? Of course. And I'd hate myself for it.
We're in the market for a bridging camera ourselves for around the same money. After spending far too many hours researching the shit out of it on Choice, Australia's leading consumer advocacy group, we're circling the drain on the 'recommended' Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ 1000. While it's a fixed lens camera, it has a 16 times zoom (25-400mm), and 20 megapixels (8 is enough for printing upto A4). It also performs well on video, and has all the Wi-Fi bells and whistles. The retail price is just over $1,000, but you should be able to get it on sale or haggle within your budget.

As for DSLRs, the Nikon D3300 comes highly recommended by professional photographers, and is 'worth considering' by Choice. While it is stripped back from the more serious DSLRs, all the features you'll never use are still available in the menus if you want to play. A 35mm 1.8 DX lens is all you should really need, but a 50-200/300mm zoom would make a handy addition for the longer shots. The flash is a bit pissweak, so if heavy duty indoor work is your thing, it might be worth upgrading to the D5300. Again, a good haggle and a bit of eyelid fluttering should get you away under budget.

The retro-styled Samsung NX500 appears to be a pretty good mirrorless option for the money. Smaller than the DSLRs, it has plenty of high tech features crammed in and is also 'worth considering'. However, Choice testing reveals very poor video performance in low light. But like I've tried to point out to my wife, without success, the whole point is to take stills.

Good luck, Boss. Let us know how you get on.
Of course not. And anyone who does is not worthy of your time.
Count me in. You can't have a wild video without the donkey!

Good luck, Mate.
Happy birthday, Mate! I hope you're tearing the ass out of it, computer nerd style. Have a good one.
I won't post a resource, lest I'm wrong, but I don't think you need a full stop for either. Mr Smith and Mrs Jones are just fine by me. Call it the evolution of language.

Having said that, as a moderator, I'll approve a story with full stops, as long as they're consistent throughout.
Far too much lasagne, a shortbread biscuit and two thirds of a bottle of peach ice tea.
I'm pretty sure you're talking about Veitte by Metilda. If so, it's actually published in The Vault, which is only accessible to premium members. As far as I can tell, it's still there, and up to Chapter 11 now. If you want to read it, you'll need to sign up for a Gold, Silver or Bronze membership, if you don't already have one.

Best of luck
Congratulations to the winners, and all those who dared to throw their hat in the ring with them. A bloody impressive field. This one was harder to pick than a broken nose. Thank goodness I wasn't judging this one.
Richard Pleasance from Boom Crash Opera.

And I s'pose I wouldn't be a true Aussie if I didn't put my hand up for Angus Young from AC/DC too.
I'm hooked on Snickers at the moment. I can't get enough.